I am a thing that’s often sought,
A treasure that is dearly bought.
I am a thing that’s hard to find,
A treasure of a different kind.
I am a thing that’s hard to see,
A treasure that’s concealed from thee.
I am a thing that’s hard to touch,
A treasure that’s beyond your clutch.
I am a thing that’s hard to hear,
A treasure that’s always near.
I am a thing that’s hard to say,
A treasure that’s given away.
I am a thing that’s always true,
A treasure that’s always new.
I am a thing that’s always pure,
A treasure that will forever endure.
What am I?
Linked to W3 Prompt #39 – Puzzle Poem
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